Siege On Ryloth {CDF}

[Tiria Reinhart]

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Location: The Wall – Trenches
Day: 1 | Time: 0841 Hours
Tags: [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Maeve Archeron"] | [member="Damsy Callat"] | [member="Lik Teh'Bones"] | [member="Luna Terrik"] | [member="ToKola Bakari"]

The repeating heavy blaster rained fire down along their flank as voices chattered about things that did not concern her. If the planet wasn't fenced in, Tiriia would have had off-worlder resources bring in extra firepower. Unfortunately, she didn't have a personal armada to break a blockade that even the Confederate Defense Forces was barely managing. It was also a shame use of this 'Force' hadn't been developed -- not that the Dauntless were terribly supportive of such an art. If anything her very nature was a matter to be kept secret from the rest of the company. Except those she'd Joined, of course; nothing was secret from other vessels of her -- their -- Will.

Barely heard over the loud whine of the blaster was the voice of General Terrik. Evidently she deigned to issue orders to Tiria in particular. Orders to take stock of available weapon emplacements.

Eyes narrowed, Tiria rolled back down into the trenches from the battered embankment. She pushed herself up and began to make her way down the line. "Reinhart to Terrik, orders acknowledged." Fortunately, once you took out a gunner -- often from extreme range -- the gun itself was often intact. It was when the enemy got close enough to lob explosives -- or got their artillery up -- that things started getting truly messed up.

As she got further down the way, however, a few stray bolts struck the ground and interior of the trench and forced Tiria to drop against the outer wall. She drew out her weapon and set it to single-fire sniper mode. While waiting for more information on their position, Tiria snapped for those nearby to get down and watch their flank. After another two bolts, the Corporal swung around and popped up, her sights lining up with one of the pests along the cliffs. Two squeezes followed in rapid succession before she dropped back down and started inching along the trench to change position.

Several minutes later and the Corporal surfaced on the East side of the trench. Already well and truly covered in dirt, she drew near the General before calling out, "Corporal Reinhart reporting as ordered."

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Location: The Wall, Trenches
Day: 1
Time: 0841
Tags: [member="Tiria Reinhart"], [member="Maeve Archeron"], [member="Damsy Callat"], [member="Lik Teh'Bones"], [member="Luna Terrik"]

Red stood in the trenches, calmly firing into the enemies ranks. Blaster bolts flew past his heads. Yet he still stood there, firing down into the enemies. A blaster bolt flew at him, and his enhanced reflexes allowed him to dodge it. He continued to shoot down the enemies from his position. This was what he was made for.

His commlink was a pain of multiple people talking at once. He could hear [member="Luna Terrik"] giving out orders. From what he could hear, he hadn't been given any orders. So, that meant he was to continue what he was doing, eliminate the enemy.

He pulled out a grenade launcher. It was already loaded with the ammo. It was semi-automatic, so he didn't need to load it every time he fired. It could hold four grenades at a time. He aimed it at the enemy lines. He pulled the trigger. There was a fwoomp as the grenade flew through the air. He pulled the trigger again quickly. Another fwoomp as the second grenade followed. He pulled the trigger two more times, and he emptied the grenade launcher. Then, multiple explosions took out multiple hostiles, creating holes in their ranks. He loaded in more rounds, and fired them out. More explosions wiped out even more enemies. He loaded in more ammo into the grenade launcher, but he put it back and took out his blaster rifle. He would save the rest for later.

He continued to fire at the enemy. He aimed and took down two in the head. He continued to rapid fire into the enemy ranks. He considered bringing out his lightsaber. Not yet, the enemies weren't close enough. Besides, there were other force users in their ranks, Red could feel it through the Force, and they seemed to want to keep their powers hidden. Well, that was what they wanted to do. When the time came, he would use the Force.

He continued to gun down the enemies, focusing on eliminating the enemies.

 

[Damsy Callat]

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Form: Humanoid Location: Outer trench​

Equipment: Hydroarmor / dartgun / blaster pistol + rifle / trident electrostaff /​

ID10 seeker droid and docking port​

Tags: [member="Subject 73 Red"], [member="Tiria Reinhart"], [member="Maeve Archeron"], [member="Luna Terrik"]​

Day: 01 Post: 03​

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Her situation hadn't changed: her progress the the front was still stalled-out, leaving her somewhere between the back and the front, near an edge of the entrenched maze. The ever-present chorus of incoming whizzing blasterfire was suddenly cut by a dissonant pang, to which Damsy instinctively responded by clenching her fist. Her personal bubble shield flickered on just in time for a sniper bolt to dissipate into the energy field. "General, this is Callat," she shouted over the cacophony of explosions and orders being shouted around her. "Roger wilco." With that, the connection ended; Damsy would keep the main comms clear from here on out. She yelled again, this time to the seeker droid on her back, "Did ya hear that, Q?" The drone unfolded her thin limbs and emerged from the docking port as Damsy twisted her body to allow Squish room to free herself, and floated in front of the Sithspawn, just to be pushed further down, under the wall. Squish beeped affirmation. "Great. I'm pinned down, so I need you to go check their ammunition status for me and report back." Another series of beeps and Squish disappeared down an arm of the trench.

Enlist an engineer, Damsy huffed to herself as she rearranged her haunches underneath her. Before she could do that, she had to make an opportunity to get away. That she eventually did, but it took longer than she would like to admit for her and her temporary squad to free themselves from the vicegrip of the Hellfires above them. "Got other orders," she told the sergeant with a pat on his shoulder. "Give 'em hell, boys!"

An engineer... Where was she going to find one of those, what with their ranks already dwindling? As she didn't remember passing any on her way out, Damsy was left to follow in Squish's nonexistent footsteps. But not too far down the path, Damsy was forced to a hunkered-down standstill - a brushy limb had fallen diagonally into the trench and a lone trooper was hunched before it, working to portion it with a lasersaw. Routine route clearance: it was a good guess she was an engineer. "Sapper! Head down!" The marine followed the order before turning back to Damsy. "What's your name, solider?"

"Private Liz, ma'am."

"Have a job for ya, but we're waitin' on my drone. Can I help here?" Liz nodded and Damsy crossed over the short distance between them. "Right; you cut, I'll haul." Just as Damsy had tossed the last bit of tree over the wall into no man's land, the familiar whirl crescendoed behind the two women. Damsy turned around and asked, "How they lookin'? ... All of them? Sea stars, okay." With a glance over at the private, she explained, "Restocking the front mortars. Can you take me to the ammo dump?"

The permacrete bunker was halfway back to the Wall. Though its blocky and slanted roof stuck only a few feet out of the ground, it was still a high-profile target. Its destruction would be disastrous to the Dauntless for a two-fold reason: supplies would be made even more scarce, and the explosion it could generate if hit would level at least half of the trench system. An effective solider simply couldn't think about its shields failing intently. Inside, Liz located the mortar charges. She took one box, Damsy took two, and Squish took another in her high powered towing beam. "One sec... Here." Before heading out, Damsy latched a personal shield generator to the front of the private's belt. "The tricky part is taking the ord out without getting yourself blown up. Stay behind me. Lead the way, Q."

 

[Maeve Archeron]

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FRONT LINES
DAY 1
0845
[member="Luna Terrik"] || [member="Damsy Callat"] || [member="Tiria Reinhart"] || [member="Subject 73 Red"]
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Maeve let out a controlled breath through pursed lips. "Keep the channels clear," she whispered in a mocking tone, high pitched in an over exaggeration of Terrik's drawl. Nasty people. What was she, eleven? Her eyes snapped up as she fired another round into the ever nearing enemy forces. Though Terrik might have been justified in demanding that she keep the channels clear, she certainly was not allowing the Dauntless the best chance at success. Apparently, not only were the Dauntless sent endlessly now to outpost planets to clean up Darth Metus's messes, they now were not allowed to know who they were even fighting, let alone why.

Fighting the urge to sigh overdramatically into her comm, she focussed back on her task at hand. She had her orders, Luna had said, but all she had been told was to fight on the front lines. Hefting her heavy weapon and taking comfort in its familiar weight, she sighted again. This would be a LOT easier if I knew WHAT I WAS FIGHTING--

But it was really no use. The Dauntless really was just an endless bureaucracy. In fact, Maeve wouldn't be surprised at all if Luna had no idea who she was even fighting. Besides, Maeve thought, as a trooper beside her fell dead from three shots to the head, introspection can really wait until the mortal peril is past.

 

[Luna Terrik]

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Location: The Wall – Trench Lines
Day: 1
Time: 0847 Hours
Equipment: Personal Dauntless Armor, SC4 Blaster, Tactical Recon Handguns, XZ-77 “Buster” Comms Device
Tags: [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Maeve Archeron"] | [member="Damsy Callat"] | [member="Lik Teh'Bones"] | [member="Tiria Reinhart"]

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To all of the squads credit, orders were being followed through quickly and efficiently. It seemed as though the forward assault was beginning to slow, and the flanking attacks from the top of the cliffs were not advancing much further. While it wasn’t as though Luna had expected them to fail, the force that they were facing continued to pound away at the trenches relentlessly, and the Dauntless only had a limited number of troops and weapons they could throw at them. Despite that, the three squads on the front lines were seemingly having success against this initial attack.

At that’s what she could observe from her position in the front line trench, and what was being reported to her from the snipers position on top of the wall. Her weapon seemingly rarely got a break from firing downrange, only stopping to load a new cartridge into it or ducking down for a moment to get some cover. When ducking down to escape a few quite close shots, the general saw one of her corporals crouch walking up to her, reporting to her as she had asked. It took a moment to piece together who it was between the sounds of battle around them and the dirt covered armor both women wore.

Once confirmed of who she was talking to, Luna made a pointing motion in the direction of the advancing forces. “Here’s the plan. I need you to get in touch with all the gunners on the right side of the trench. I’ve got this side. Have them stop firing and reload completely. And when I give you the signal, fire everything they have straight into the forces. If what I have in mind works, they’re going to be caught between a bunch of E-Webs firing at them and a whole lot of mortars.” She nodded, pointing back down the trench in the direction that Tiria had just come from. “Head out Corporal.”

Staying down in the trench, Luna patched into Damsy’s comms once again, she waited until another round of heavy blaster fire from the attackers cleared before speaking as loudly as she could. “Corporal! If you’ve got those mortars reloaded, give them the new orders to fire behind the attackers. Attack their engineering crews. Make sure they’ve got as many munitions as we can spare.” With that, the channel was closed, and Luna focused back on the battle at hand. Hopefully, once corporal Reinhart reported in, they could catch these attackers in some sort of pincer maneuver and do some extreme damage to their forces.

She allowed her eyes, for a moment, to glance up to the flanking assault, pleased to see it was almost fully resolved. And in some places, it even looked as though they were beginning to pull back. A few pot shots were taken at the forward force before she ducked back down a final time, this time to comm into Alpha squad’s comms. “Good work troops. Keep firing until they start falling back. Then focus forward, we have a chance to repel them here. Let’s get it done.” And, for the most part, Luna believed that last line. Though in the back of her mind, she knew that this, the attackers first assault, would be far from their last.

 

[Damsy Callat]

Form: Humanoid Location: Forwardmost Mortar Pit
Day: 01 Post: 04

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It was basic sympathetic conditioning, how Damsy's eyes watered as the dust of combat kicked over her visor. As she neared the front, following her drone at a distance. Chaos in the trenches forced her hand - or feet, as it were - to stay further back at first, but when a charging replacement fell ahead of her, she catapulted herself over him and finally caught up with Squish. "They will in a--!" Damsy answered her general once again. She finished the sentence, but the firing on the nearest mortar drowned it out even to her, so she repeated, "--second; we've got ya!"

It made good sense to Damsy for Liz to stay at the first mortar while she and Squish pushed to the other four. "Life Day came early!" the sithspawn exclaimed as she placed the mortar round case beside the ammunition bearer before hunkering down near the squad leader's right, out of the way of the gunners. She had had similar quips for the last two, just as she then told the CO the same: "Terrik wants fire laid behind their line. Aim for engineering detachments."

 

[Tiria Reinhart]

Location: The Wall – Trenches
Day: 1 | Time: 0847 Hours
Tags: Subject 73 Red | Maeve Archeron | Damsy Callat | Lik Teh'Bones | Luna Terrik

With a curt nod, the Corporal turned and headed back the way she'd come. If only these Confederates would allow her to actively Join others into her Hive they could coordinate such action with the speed one picked up a blaster. As things were, Tiria relied on her eyes on the wall and elsewhere to stay on top of enemy movements rather than suffer the temptation to peek over the top of the trench wall.

She snatched up a flare from a supply crate as she hurried down the line. "Hold fire. Hold fire! Reload and await the signal to fire," Tiria called out to each emplacement she passed. Her sharp eyes regarded each present to make sure they weren't so occupied firing they didn't receive their orders, or have concerns about their ability to participate in the barrage.

One E-Web had taken damage to a stabilizer, and Tiria helped right it so they could jamb some additional material in place. It didn't have to be pretty, it just had to work long enough to kill the enemy.

Tiria turned her head to look back in Luna's direction. Whether her signal would be audible or visual in nature, she would be ready -- as would every gunner at their disposal.

 

[Luna Terrik]

Location: The Wall – Barrack
Day: 1
Time: 0850 Hours
Equipment: : BAW-88 Blaster Carbine, Tactical Recon Handguns (2), Personal Armor, XZ-77 “Buster” Comms Device
Tags: @Subject 73 red | Maeve Archeron | Damsy Callat | Lik Teh'Bones | Tiria Reinhart

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This had to be timed perfectly. If it wasn’t, these insurgents would be allowed to either retreat freely or build up enough defensive positions that they might overrun the trenches. So once the communications started to pour in from all the mortar positions that they were ready to go, and the redheaded general looked down the line to see her corporal ready to go as well, she knew that it was go time.

A general comm was soon put out, Luna standing tall in the trench as she made sure everyone that needed to hear her could. With a swing of her arm forward, her clear, commanding voice resonated through the speakers of every commando’s helmet. “All teams! Fire on your targets! Destroy. Them. All!!” She found herself hitting the side of the trench as well, picking her targets and taking the heads off of a few unlucky soldiers that found themselves in her sights.

However, whatever carnage she was able to cause was nothing compared to the roar of every mortar pit they had firing at the same time, matched by the trench’s E-Webs launching hundreds of lasers down range toward the enemy forces. To say that they were ripped to shreds was an understatement. Those that had advanced to the front of their lines were ripped apart by blaster fired, while a look through the macrobinoculars built into her helmet showed that the engineering crews were fairing no better. Any enemies that weren’t killed in the initial attack swiftly began to pull back, finding themselves left to the same fate as the engineering crews.

“Finish them off! They’re pulling back!!” Luna stood tall now, firing rounds much less accurately, but with a renewed fever to finish off any retreating enemy before they could get back out of mortar range. The more they killed now, the less that would be coming back later. And that meant less deaths that could be avoided down the road. Less deaths meant the longer that they could hold out on this rock of a planet.

By the time the blasters of the trenches fell silent, the number of bodies that lay near the start of the enemy advance were too numerous to count. Perhaps they could get an estimate later. For now though, a sound erupted from all the lines of combat for the Confederacy. A cheer. A loud, roaring exclamation of relief and pride from holding back the first attack, and making it so that whatever they were trying to do was utterly useless. Luna, for her part, didn’t join in, only breathed a sigh of relief. It was only day one, and the loses were already mounting. But they had held strong, and now it was time to lick their wounds and be ready for whatever was thrown at them next.

 

[Damsy Callat]

Form: Humanoid Location: Forwardmost mortar pit
Equipment: Hydroarmor | trident | dartgun | blaster pistol | ID10 docking port
Tags: Luna Terrik | Tiria Reinhart | Maeve Archeron | Subject 73 Red
Day: 01 Post: 05

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Many tours of active duty had done much to desensitize her ears to the earthshaking shatter that was mortar fire, muted by her helmet's sound management. After what seemed like minutes into the offensive, the otherwise unbroken sounds of war was interrupted on her right by a bloodcurdling scream. Adrenaline surged into Damsy's veins; she stood halfway from her kneeling position and, brandishing her electro-trident, and scanning the pit's flanks, expecting a marine or two had somehow breached the forward trench wall. After all, their return fire had become few and far between since they began their retreat.

::Beero!:: her seeker droid beeped shrilly behind her, causing Damsy to drop and turn around. One of the mortar team's gunners had fallen back away from the weapon and was laying on the ground. He was clutching both hands to his chest and writing in pain as Damsy approached him. "Lemme see, lemme see," she ordered the wounded marine before leaning over to unball his hands for him. Each of his interdigital webs were ripped open then subsequently cauterized shut. Mostly likely, the wings of a mortar had done this - a misfire perhaps?

"Assist, Q!" After pointing towards the mortar, Damsy got down to first aid: cool the burns with a makeshift compress made with a strip of her cape and some the water in her canteen, elevate the wounds, cover him with the remainder of her coat. In the meantime, the volley started back up behind her, and stopped soon thereafter. Silence fell down the line as the distant pits also ceased fire. Slowly but surely after being given the green light by their bino-wielding squad leader, the other troopers stood up. They had done it, survived the day - they were undoubtedly proud of that - but they did not join in the rousing cheer rippling through the trenches.

Instead, all eyes eventually fell upon Damsy next to the in-shock gunner.

 

[Tiria Reinhart]

Location: The Wall – Trenches
Day: 1 | Time: 0850 Hours
Tags: Subject 73 Red | Maeve Archeron | Damsy Callat | Lik Teh'Bones | Luna Terrik

"Fire," Reinhart echoed to those EWEB gunners in range. Most of whom were well in the swing of tearing into the enemy line. Better to have too many people echoing the order at the same time, than that one inattentive soldier later lamely saying 'I did not hear the order, Sir.'

The flare gun shoved into a holster, Tiria kicked a rifle into the air and took aim down range. She flicked the weapon into single shot mode and began lobbing bolts into the crashing wave of enemy bodies. The eyes in the Overwatch position on the wall kept tabs on the opposing force's movements as a whole, alleviating the concern from her body in the trench.

As the mortars rained and the blasters pierced the air, nary a word was spoken. Who had time to think when one side or the other would break? Retreat though they might, losses did not bear fruit on their own.

The rifle suddenly pivoted and was nestled in the crook of her supporting arm and under her chin. A bolt arched high and dropped a wayward soul attempting the cliff march once more. Without even checking on whether she hit, her barrel swung forward to resume the assault. There was no need to check. The enemy had died where they'd stood.

With a thunder-crack, several faint cries of alarm and pain rumbled nearby. The Corporal turned her eyes down the trench and found three laying or scrambling back in the dirt. She pivoted and strode with haste across the distance. Tiria's left hand took hold of the nearest and hauled them up, "On your feet, soldier."

"Our gun!"

It was a ruined pile of slag, but that did not mean their battle was over. The war was far from won. Tiria shoved the rifle into the man's arms. "There are more." Her hand reached back, drew the flare pistol, and discharged into the face of one of the fortunate few of the enemy rank that'd gotten close. "Now, fight." Tiria soon helped the other two to their feet as well. The trio returned to the line to contribute to the onslaught with whatever they had on hand.

Once the enemy had withdrawn, and a momentary victory declared, Reinhart walked the line once more to take stock of the injured and damaged weaponry. She would return to the General's position afterward expecting they would prepare for the next volley. The enemy had committed too much to this war to be deterred so easily.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Location: The Wall, Trenches
Day: 1
Time: 0850
Tags: Tiria Reinhart Maeve Archeron Damsy Callat Lik Teh'Bones Luna Terrik

Red fired at the incoming enemies. They kept on coming, so he kept on firing. Blaster fire went off all around him, and mortar fire hit both sides. Red fired his shots with accuracy and speed. The moment he had an opening on an enemy and one in his sights, he took the shot, and placed it well. Then, he swicthed to the next quickly, and repeated. He continued to gun down the enemies.

Then, the enemy started retreating. Then, he heard Luna Terrik tell them to finish them off. Well, he couldn't refuse an order. Red aimed down sights, and started shooting them down. Then, when they were either pushed back or dead, a cheer erupted from the lines. But Red didn't join. He could see that a lot of other commandos didn't. Red never celebrated his successes. And so he watched.

"Good work." He nodded to the others.